We live and die in fear.
For what? A machine it seems.
The sun, it burns my eyes.
Their cries, they haunt my dreams.
We've lived here too long
to call this place home.
But we've held on too long
just to let it go.
We left home,
mercy to the sun.
We stand in line.
A place of refuge, we have none.
Free at last
but the scars they linger still.
Hope is near
for the ones who live to forget this place.